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volcano! - apple or a gun lyrics

apple or a gun lyrics
thirty+six miscarriages, waiting for their fate
he’ll set ’em up for another birth
so they’ll spread, his seed and his name
geometry is an art, and an art is a faith, seein’
lines and angles and lines and angles and lines of angles ’cause lines are angels but
some angels are good and some angels are bad
and this beautiful vision is driving him mad, sing

father of a geometric vision
father of an invented religion, invented religion

motherless children they’re motherless children
their father made love to himself in a dream
and the s+m+n he bled and the seed that he spread
still wait to be born through the seed that he said
was the way that his code would survive his own death
k!ll all the rest, saw off their heads
take their nutrition and leave them for dead
’cause if they can’t be born they were born to be bled because

all his life he’s
seen it comin’
potent, frozen
waiting, motion
inevitable like a car crash
or a bursting d+mn or volcano
its just tension and release
tension and release
and when it all goes down he’ll be waiting like a thief with a notary
public and video tape
thirty+six failed visions, each with a different face
one sees atoms whose soft masses lie stable but wait like a nuclear bomb
another sees s+x in this motion, sees shapes that sink and disappear and then
reappear as stars condensed into a single, boiling, pulsing, patient point
they’re waiting for a big bang
they’re waiting for his senses to grasp
the quiet foreplay of the fertile eggs
the barely touching spheres and planes
the slightest friction is a sweet romance
that like any other will corrupt or collide

thirty+six soft eggs – ripped from the womb and laid on a table
their tender kisses arouse him, he sees the potential for exploding life
a shaft in a hand, a bullet, a wick
a manual gland, a snare and a kick and a crash
and when it leaves us it keeps us attached
to love is not free but alas
the umbilical leash in our hands
and then we’re nothin’ but little league dads and military ads
gettin’ our k+k+kids to k+kick some ass
but what would you have done
i said what would you have done
with a gift so d+mn ambiguous could be an apple or a gun
but it’s a horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
horizontal firecracker
you only live once, but you’re dying all the time
if you’re not gonna have kids why not leave a record behind
mine is a vinyl baby, being born as we speak
his is a lovely number down in permanent ink

father of a geometric vision
father of an invented religion, invented religion

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